"Trainwreck" - Husky Dog Transformation Story (Patreon)

Man into Male Husky Dog Transformation Story

I stare at the terrier dog jumping around in the seat ahead of me. To say it shortly and politely – I’m not exactly a dog person. The dog in front of me barks and whines all the time and we all know it’s not even its fault. It was brought to the train I’m in, it was taught to behave that way in the owner’s house. I have to tolerate that dog in the second class wagon I unfortunately chose.

Though man was it hard sometimes… When the dog continuously yapped for the past 15 minutes, I decide I have had enough of that. I groan and rush out of the wagon to take a walk or something, anywhere I could hear my thoughts really. If only that dog would behave, if it wouldn’t be so pretentious. Albeit again, its not really its fault it is what it is and that it is where it is. I sigh, open the window and look at the neat views in front of me. Calm forests, old architecture, occasional deer or some other animal entertaining enough to watch from afar.

After a peaceful while I deem myself calm enough to get back to my seat and endure the rest of the travel. I turn around and gasp immediately at the sight of a deranged looking old woman staring daggers at me. “E-Excuse me?” I mutter as she blocks my way. “You don’t like dogs much, do you? Have you ever thought what they feel at the trains?” She says in a serious tone and with a poker face. I scratch my scalp and step back a bit. “I haven’t? Why…?” She cackles suddenly as she takes out what appears to be a perfume flask. For a second I have a dim impression that she wants to give it to me as some sort of a gift. Instead I’m receiving a different sort of present, some of the bottle’s contents sprayed onto my face. I immediately close my eyes, somewhat startled by the weird behaviour of the woman. I sigh feeling like this day is just an unlucky one. I wipe my face with my hoodie sleeve several times and as I open my eyes I realise the weird woman is gone. I shake my head and can appreciate the decent smell that emanates from my face. That woman sure acted weird, but if whatever she sprayed onto my face will scare off the dogs around or make them calmer then I’m actually happy she did what she did.

As I walk towards my wagon hoping nobody stole my seat, I start feeling itching sensations over my face. Some sensations are more intensive than others. My ears feel like they’re being tugged at, my nose feels weirdly moist and my skin is irritated. I try to argument the weird sensations with some allergic reaction to the perfume the woman sprayed onto me. I wish that would be the case, instead the sensations get unbearable and as I pass people I make weird faces because of my discomfort. I blush in shame and decide to head to the toilet to check out what’s happening to me. I speed up my pace as I suddenly see my nose darkening, no, blackening in my field of vision. It feels like cold, damp clay as it shifts in texture and widens in my vison. “What in the hell is happening to me…” I whisper to myself as I cover my face with both hands, pretending I’m about to sneeze while in reality I try to hide my changing features. It’s getting very hard to as I feel my ears start to morph next. They slowly lose their complex appearance and thin down, while stretching into more pointy shapes, unbeknown to me reminiscent of the canine ears. I shake my head in disbelief and feel my sensitive pointy ears twitch expressively.

I’m starting to panic, I don’t mean to but I hit a couple on my way towards the toilet. I’m almost there, just a few metres and I’ll be able to endure whatever is happening to me without humiliating myself in front of a crowd of people. „Nonono… I- Ughck!” I groan pathetically as I stumble towards the toilet feeling something bizarre happening to my legs. They ache terribly, I can feel them slimming down altogether and my feet… Elongating?! My legs crack audibly making me worry further until suddenly I trip over my own feet. In the last second before the painful impact I manage to grasp onto a person in front of me. “Oh God, I’m so sorry, I d-didn’t mean to… Shit…” I murmur to the man I accidentally fallen onto. He seems like he’s about to hit me in the face, but then he notices how increasingly inhuman my face looks and hesitates. That gives me a moment to dash away from him and enter the toilet at last.

I immediately lock the door and lean my back against them as I hyperventilate. “What in the hell is happening to me? Wait… My shoes!” I groan as I realise I’ve lost my shoes in the corridor, leaving my weirdly disfigured feet in the socks only. My heart pounds in my chest as I feel my entire body heat up, I start to sweat and I feel like skin all over my body is tingling, if not straight up itching. Since I’m without my shoes anyway I lift up my right leg clumsily and slowly start to pull off my sock. As it slides off my leg I realise how weird it looks. It’s unnaturally slim, the bones seem to have shifted in shapes and configuration and my feet are covered in white fuzz which keeps lengthening. The hand that pulls off my sock starts trembling. My toenails hurt and I suddenly feel like something is making it harder for me to pull off my sock. I blink rapidly and pull off the sock completely. I stare agape as my feet is not really my feet any more, but resembles a sparsely fur covered canine hind paw. I shake and stare as my toenails finish blackening and elongating into curved claws. My toenails lost their human forms and became more compact and even less flexible than they previously were. My feet are elongated now and I realise their alternated appearance forces me to stand on my tiptoes. “I- I’m turning into some f-freak…” I mutter defeated having no clue about what’s happening to me. My hind paws finish forming and I feel pressure rising underneath my tip toes and my altered digits. I stare at the right hind paw I have in my grasp and watch as black pads slowly swell on them. Soon my feet are fully converted into canine paws.

“Wait, am… Am I becoming some canine…? I- I need to get help, b-but how will I-“ I think out loud in despair until I feel a weird warmth centre around my groin. I gulp as I unbutton my pants, before I get a chance to catch them they slide off my slimming down legs along with my boxers. I yelp as I realise they won’t fit me now, but then I look down at my groin. As is most of my body at this point, my groin is also covered in dense and soft black and white fur. “Not down there… Why is this happening to meee…?” I groan as I examine my shifting groin area. I bend over and start touching the tufts of fur trying to find my manhood, because I feel it in there very well. At the same time I feel like my cock is getting unwillingly erect, in reality it’s a penis bone forming in it and forcing my shaft to bend into its new permanent canine angle. I moan silently until I finally find my hot manhood. Just in time to feel as my foreskin recedes, immediately warm sensations appear at the base of my shaft as folds of skin form and slowly cover my entire cock. I watch speechless as my reddening shaft gets devoured by a furry doggy sheath. I shake my head in denial as I realise without a doubt that my manhood changes to become worryingly dog-like. The changes are happening so fast that I don’t feel like calling help would actually help me stop the changes at all. My pubic hair is long gone from my groin replaced by the luscious fur, my balls churn as they undergo their own changes. I feel a tugging in my cock and balls as they’re forced to drift further between my shifting hind legs into a doggy position. I grimace in humiliation as I realise how animalistic my manhood looks, but its changes aren’t completely finished yet. My cock gains visible nerves on its flesh. Inside the sheath I feel like my cock is thinning down at the tip as my glans smoothens into a more streamlined shape, while the actual tip is becoming sharp in appearance. I feel bad for doing it, but I touch my furry sheath to feel how much my cock changed inside it. The touch alone is enough to resuscitate my doggy cock – It starts to get erect and slide out of my sheath that is by now fused to my lower stomach. I stare wide eyes as a sharp red rocket emerges from the fuzzy hole in my sheath. I start to pant lustfully and can’t help myself in my pathetic situation, but to stroke my new cock. I feel its contours through the furry and warm sheath, especially as my shaft hardens. I let out my lengthening tongue to hang out of my mouth as I masturbate. Slowly my cock fully gets out and is glistening in the dim toilet light. I glance down at it and feel as it starts to swell at the base. I stroke the red cock and feel the knot forming at its base. It becomes too much, just as my cock finishes changing I finish masturbating because I feel a massive orgasm suddenly hitting me. I pelvic thrust and close my eyes as I whine and spew out ropes of cum around the toilet. My furry balls clench and my cock bobs erect as it gets tingled by my fur. Slowly my massive orgasm ends and I realise what a mess I’ve made. My black and white furry pelt is partially wet with spunk and the small room is completely stained.

“I- I didn’t m-mean t- Ahhh!” I exclaim and straight up collapse down onto the floor, as I feel my legs finish becoming digitigrade. I shudder on the floor and try to get back onto two legs, but it proves invisible despite my best efforts. “No! I- I can’t stand up, fuck-“ I groan pitifully, but suddenly I hear a distant annoyed voice from behind the toilet door. “I don’t give a fuck you prick, get the fuck out – A whole line of people want’s to use the toilet!” The furious man screams out and makes me jump in fear. I’m done, they will see me like this and end me! – I think to myself in horror. I jump onto the sink with my upper body, lean against it with my mostly unchanged arms. That’s when I feel my hips narrow out and my pelvis force my hind legs to remain in their quadrupedal stance forever. I feel a painful tension in my tailbone and I yelp in a dog manner as I feel my tailbone shoot out of me and form a short tail which keeps lengthening. I whine as my new appendage painfully elongates. Finally it reaches its final length and gets covered in black and white fur.

I hear more annoyed voices from behind the door. “- don’t care. I’m ramming the door, this freak occupied the damn thing for like fifteen minutes!” The man yells in amok and I know I don’t have much time. I crawl higher up onto the sink and realise with doom that my back has popped into its new four legged configuration already, I can’t even straighten up when I lean against something. My tail wags behind me dumbly and distracts me from focusing. My sensitive ears perk up and I hear a silent shlurp. I look down at my furry body and realise my cock slid down into its sheath. I lick my blackening gummy lips from the stress. I don’t have time to check out my head even as I feel my torso cracking into a more lithe and canine shape. My stomach gurgles and caves in. Contrary to this my chest hurts as it barrels out to fit in all my respiratory organs that shift along with it. I feel weird pinches on my chest and stomach as my canine nipples form underneath my fur. I thrash my upper body until my hoodie and shirt fall off my doggy frame.

I decide since I’m losing my entire human body anyway, I may at least see my human face for the last time. I timidly look into the mirror and whimper in shock at what I see. My human hair is gone from my scalp, only now I realise that my head is almost entirely covered in iconic black and white fur. I’m becoming a husky! This can’t be happening, it’s just a nightmare! – I want to yell, but I realise I cant. Instead of my words all that escapes my maw are dog barks and whines. I feel a tension in my neck as it grows several more vertebrae and becomes more flexible, as it shifts so does my vocal chords inside stripping me off my ability to speak. How will I call for help now?! – I worry terrified, before I feel painful changes hit me again. My already clumsy arms snap violently and bend into different more lithe and more animalistic quadrupedal shapes. It becomes harder for me to lean against the sink as my fingers contort and shrink into stubby dog digits. I feel similar swellings appear underneath my palms as black blotches of resilient flesh swell out of them forming my paw-pads. I whine as my fingernails lengthen out into decently sharp black claws.

I slowly turn my head towards the mirror again and watch as my remaining humanity abandons me. My ears are now fluffy triangles, my teeth hurt as they grow into sharp points inside my mouth. I paw at my face as I feel a sudden immense pressure rise in my skull. I don’t care anymore if anyone hears me, it hurts!!! – I howl in an abused dog fashion at the top of my lungs. My jaws start to push out, I close my eyes from the pain. That’s when my irises change colour to azure blue and my vision worsens slightly unbeknown to me. I open my eyes from time to time and see the world in blue and yellow from now on. I watch as my face pushes out, taking my nose and mouth with it and changing them into a canine muzzle. I growl and paw at my growing snout in agony. It slowly reaches its final length and allows me to breathe normally again. My gums ache as I feel new fangs fill the gaps and finish forming my new carnivorous dentition. My tongue finishes lengthening and my head gets fully covered in a white and black pattern of fur. A painful headache hits the top of my skull as it begins to compress. The flesh pulls my canine ears on top of my skull and slowly my form finishes shifting.

I pant hard with my tongue continuously out and I stare at my new reflection in the mirror – I realise with certainty I became a husky dog. I whimper and put a paw onto the mirror, realising again how clumsy my extremity had gotten. Before I get a chance to think how to get out of the toilet without having hands my sensitive ears catch a dialogue. “I wasn’t serious at first, just wanted to flush you out of the damn toilet. But at this point you’ve occupied it for twenty minutes too long. I’m fucking getting in whether you like it or not, prick…” The same douchebag roared out. I jump off the sink and realising what he said I jump to the side of the small room. Just in time as the door suddenly gets tore off the frame, which makes me bark in panic as I didn’t expect the man to be that furious and blunt. The doors land on the floor with a thud and in the doorframe stands a bulky ogre-like thug with a mad expression on his simple face. Then he notices me – A husky dog shivering in the corner and his expression melts. “What the?! Where’s that hooded moron…? I need to quit drinking… How did you get in here doggy?” The brute crouches down and pets me as I shiver in disbelief at what’s going around me at this point. I can’t believe it, but I enjoy the feelings of my fur being stroked…